meant to be // grayson dolan

ten

There is only one minute left, and the other team is ahead of us with only one point. If they don't mark the touchdown, we're screwed.

Nick, the captain, is running as fast as the Flash to the other team's field. His teammates are clearing his pathway, keeping everyone away from him. Everyone stands up, yelling encouragements to the footballers. We are so hyped, and I bet the team is too.

Ten seconds before the game is over, Nick passes the ball to Grayson. My heart jumps, as he catches it. Ethan stops one guy from the other team before he could jump on Grayson. My best friend jumps forward and my eyes are widely opened. Then, he falls to the ground and the game is over. He did it. He marked the touchdown. We won. They fucking won.

I start cheering, jumping up and down happy. The twins take off their helmets and they run to their team. They lift them on their shoulders and I laugh.

"Let's go!" I said to Vicky, then ran to the field.

She followed me to the guys. They put the twins down and I smile.

"You won, guys! You won!" I yelled and hugged Grayson tightly. My arms are wrapped around his neck - yeah, I'm on my tiptoes - and his arms are wrapped around my waist. I know he's sweaty, but I don't die if I hug him a few seconds. "I'm so proud of you," I whispered in his ear and he chuckled.

"Thanks," he said. I break the hug and high five Ethan.

"Party at my house! Let's celebrate our winning!" Nick yelled.

"We should go," Grayson said and I sighed.

"After what happened at my last party? No thanks," I laughed and he rolled his eyes.

"You are coming because I say so. And you are not going to drink. Not this time. I'll stop you," he insisted.

"Gray, I have to take my step-brothers home because my mom insisted to give them a ride here."

"So what? Give them your car keys and let them go home. You and Vicky can come with Ethan and me to the party. And we'll take you both home. Please!" he said, accentuating the first 'e'.

"Hell no. Those idiots are not touching my sweet car."

He rolls his eyes and stops for a second. Oh, no. He's thinking of something. I hate it. It's not good.

Suddenly, he grabs my waist and lifts me up. He puts me on his shoulder, then starts walking to the Gym.

"Motherfucker! Put me down!" I yelled, hitting him in the back.

"No. You're coming to the party," he said, then made his way through the crowd.

"Everyone is staring. Put me down," I insisted.

"Stop hitting me," he ordered and I listened to him. I put on the angry face and I wrapped my arms across my chest.

"Okay, I'm coming to the party. Now put me down."

"Promise me?"

"Yes, I promise. Now, put me down."

He grabs my waist and lifts me up a bit, then puts me back on the ground. The second after he does that, I start slapping him multiple times, until he grabs my wrists and looks deep into my eyes. He has that serious look on his face. He is consuming all the joy from my body as he only stares into my eyes. I shiver and close my eyes, breaking the eye contact.

"Stop hitting me," he ordered.

"Fuck you," I scoffed.

I pull my hands away and wrap them across my chest. I put on the serious face, trying my best not to chuckle, but when I look for a second at him, I fail miserably. I burst into laughter, and so does Grayson.